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It's been more than two weeks now since you crossed the Rainbow bridge, my sweet girl, my Little One. It happened on the New Year's Eve. I miss you so much and I cry every day. I remember the day when we first met: you were so little, just a month-old piggie. You were always smaller than your sister but you were such an adventurous little girl! Always curious and never indifferent to what was going on around. I see you sitting on top of the feeder and munching hay, or climbing on the wooden house to get parsley... Every time I came into the room you met me with your "week-week-week" to get your favorite treat: you always heard the sound when I was opening that bag with crunchy nibbles. I am looking at the cage now, adn nobody is coming to me now when I come to the room. You always liked pulling a piece of cloth into your house to make a little nest: I noticed this and I would always put a piece of cloth for you. I think about the last days I spent with you. That last night you were so weak that you hardly could move around. I thought that you just weakened because you could not get enough food while were gone on the trip; I thought that if I feed you more food, you will get better. I fed you and gave you water with a syringe and then I went to the store an got your favorite treats: watermelon, pears, parsley, corn husk and cucumbers. You ate a little bit of everything but I saw that your chewing was slower. You looked like you were cold, so, I put you on the heating pad and swaddled you in a fleece blanket. I lay down next to you on the floor you and was petting you; you were so skinny, my Little One. I gave you some water with a syringe at night. At some point I thought you were feeling better, so I put some pieces of green lettuce for you, and you moved toward them but did not eat anything. I was with you all night, petting you and keeping your warm. And then I saw that you crossed the Rainbow Bridge... I put you in the cage with your sister Nutmeg to say goodbye. The next day we buried you in our back yard under a tree. It was evening, and the weather was nice. I stroked and kissed you the very last time. In the spring I will plant your favorite dandelions under that tree. I know that now you are running on the sunny meadows covered with green grass and dandelions, and Saint Francis is looking after you. January 31, 2023. December 31, 2023. |
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